Chapter 232 Quit Crying I Said Quit
Sharon had ruined Natalie’s hand; yet as Natalie’s boyfriend, he hadn’t stood up for her. Instead, he had crushed her further to protect Sharon. <i>Was </i><i>that </i><i>when </i><i>she </i><i>finally </i><i>gave </i><i>up </i><i>on </i><i>me</i><i>? </i>
A sudden panic wed at Jensen’s chest. <i>No</i><i>–</i>it <i>wasn’t </i><i>like </i><i>that</i><i>! </i>
He turned on his heel to leave.
Sharon froze for a moment.
“Jensen, where are you going?”
She grabbed his arm, unease creeping through her.
“Let go!”
His eyes were as cold as ice.
Sharon’s heart skipped a beat.
“You’re just going to abandon me?”
Her eyes were rimmed red, as pitiful as always, but Jensen only grew restless.
Back then, when Natalie had been wronged, her eyes had reddened too–especially that <i>day </i>when her hand was smashed; the look in her eyes had been so full of grievance and fury. <i>And </i>what had <i>I </i><i>done</i><i>? </i>
Jensen shoved Sharon off him and said tly, “Sharon, letting you live here is already the biggest courtesy I can give you. If you know what’s good for you, focus on your pregnancy; stay out of my business, and don’t do anything I don’t like. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you pay for it.”
With that, he strode off.
“Jensen!”
Sharon could feel he wasn’t the same as before. <i>How </i><i>could </i><i>this </i><i>be</i>? <i>He </i>had married <i>me</i>, why <i>is </i><i>he </i><i>treating </i><i>me </i><i>with </i><i>such </i><i>indifference </i>now? It was <i>all </i>Natalie’s <i>fault</i><i>! </i><i>Why </i>hadn’t <i>she </i>died <i>in </i><i>that </i><i>fire</i><i>? </i><i>Why </i><b><i>did </i></b><i>she </i>have to <ie </i><i>back</i>?
If not for her, she and Jensen would have been fine.
A sh of hatred and coldness darkened Sharon’s eyes.
Jensen, however<b>, </b>cared nothing for what Sharon thought.
<b>As </b>he walked out, he pulled out his phone and called Hansel.
“Hansel<b>, </b>send me the design drafts from Natalie’seback.”
His request caught Hansel off guard, but he quickly agreed.
Before long, Jensen received the screenshots Hansel forwarded from the inte.
He stared at the designs, eyes narrowing.
He had been with Natalie for five years; no one knew her design style and artistic touch better than he did.
This wasn’t her hand–drawn work.
It wasputer generated.
Of course.
But he remembered her saying she could only find inspiration when sketching by hand.
That meant she truly couldn’t pick up a pen anymore.
She must have opened her studio just to make a living off Sunny’s reputation.
And the reason she demanded five years of design fees was because she could no longer rely on her own talent to survive.
There had to be other designers in that studio.
Which meant Natalie would never design with her own hands again.
Jensen’s chest tightened with a suffocating ache. <i>What </i><i>have </i><i>I </i><i>done</i><i>? </i>
Not only had he followed his mother’s orders and sent Natalie five years of chat records, but he had even thought of using it as an excuse to see her more often.
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That wasn’t care–it was pouring salt into her wounds.
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The thought made him want to p himself.
“Hansel, can we take back the screenshots we sent to Natalie?”
Hansel sounded dumbfounded.
“Mr. Jensen, those screenshots were already delivered long ago. And in fact, Natalie has already retained awyer to deal with us over this matter–didn’t you remember?”
At that, Jensen’s memory stirred.
Without thinking, he smacked himself across the face.
The loud smack carried over the line, leaving Hansel stunned. <i>Who </i><i>just </i><i>hit </i><i>Mr. </i><i>Jensen</i><i>? </i>
But Jensen didn’t care what Hansel thought. He said in a low voice, “Contact Natalie’swyer. Tell him I’ll pay Natalie every cent of her design fees from the past five years–but I need to meet with her in person.”
Hansel didn’t quite understand what Jensen meant by this.
Give her a stick, then a sweet date? Probably.
After all, that was exactly how Mr. Jensen had treated Natalie when defending Sharon before.
But Hansel doubted Natalie would fall for it now.
“Mr. Jensen, if you truly intend topensate Natalie, it would be better to just transfer the funds directly to her ount. I don’t think Natalie wants to see you right now.”
After some thought, Hansel decided to voice his opinion.
Of course Jensen knew Natalie didn’t want to see him.
But he wanted to see her.
Desperately.
Especially when he thought about how her crippled hands must ache with the weather–his heart clenched unbearably.
“Do as I said.”
“Yes, sir.”
Hansel shook his head, but agreed anyway.